Reflections of the Unexpected Kind

�What the hell is that? Honey, can you see it?�

�Looks like a bird. The hood�s curve is distorting it.�

Craley craned her head around and searched the sky for the origin of the reflection off her shiny new Ford, whose color was a creation called Looking Back Black. Marketing had professed that it would transport people back to memories of yesteryear and those very first automobiles.

�That�s strange. There�s not a thing in the sky.�

�Oh, my God! Look!� Her gaze followed her husband�s finger, pointed toward the glow of the luminous paint. A smiling, alien face stared back.